In all of the turbulence here in my life,
In the midst of the storms that caused me such strife,
I’ve learned I can stand with my face to the wind,
Eyes closed and hands raised with my heart fixed on Him.
For beneath the tempestuous bluster I’ve found
A fierce joy of living that just wraps me around,
Filling me, lifting me, giving me wings
Till I’m flying above insignificant things,
But it’s only the tempest that gives me the might.
Without any struggles, I wouldn’t have flight.
Because of this lesson, my trials become friends—
Helping me trust all that Father intends.
Jesus, please help me submit to Your hand,
So Your image is formed in my life as You’ve planned.
Soaring on the Storm